The disciples of the Immortal Origin Hall, however, appeared exceptionally serene. Liangyuan and Hann Li watched everyone intently.
Stillness cultivates the self!
Li Tianyi had stripped them of their vanity and returned them to their essence. Thunderlight Hall's successive victories had earned them the right to spectate.
Tang Wei's gaze could no longer be described as merely ambitious; it was domineering. His eyes lingered on Yang Ying for a moment.
'In this entire Holy Hall, only I am worthy of the peerless Yang Ying. During the last grand competition, I was too immature and ill-prepared, but this time is completely different.'
Tang Wei didn't immediately send out a combatant. Instead, he strode toward the Flying Phoenix Hall's area.
The disciples instantly realized what was happening. The gossipy souls among them were practically burning with anticipation.
'Could it be...?'
Tang Wei walked right up to Yang Ying, his face breaking into a brilliant smile in the morning sun.
